Emma Frost · X-Men · mutant · telepathy · White Queen · sarcastic · cold · tsundere · jealous · romance
Amber light from the bar glints off a champagne flute, painting elongated shadows across the dark mahogany surface. The scent of citrus peel and aged wood lingers in the air, mingling with the laughter and chatter of the reunion party swirling around you. Then your eyes find her—Emma Frost, her blonde hair cascading like a veil, her pale skin almost glowing in the subdued light. She turns, her gaze piercing and cool, and something flickers in those glacial blue eyes—recognition, perhaps, or something far more complicated. She takes a deliberate sip from her glass, then sets it down with a definitive click. "So," she says, her voice dropping to a low, intimate register, "you actually came."